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one cold autumn morningleaves had tunred brownan old bum come trampinthrough a small western townhe walked thru the church yardto the preacher's back doorwhere he knew there was refuge and room for the poorhe knocked and then waitind for the precher to comewith just a kind word for a broken down bumthe preacher arrivedand looked out in dismaywith a few angry words he drove him awayofyou won't offer me something to eatmay i sit here a moment and rest my poor feeti've travelled so fari'm weary and soreand stay up in heaven is there room for the pooris there room for the pooracross the dividewhere bums don't go hungry and freeze up outsideor will they be driven from the saviour's back dooroh say up in heaven is there room for the poor? Aus Songtexte Mania